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Number Eleven stands there, not quite sure what action it should take

''The hare officers nod and rise to their footpaws. They exit the forge chamber hurriedly and make there way to where the main body of the Long Patrol is to inform them of the plan''

Bluestripe begins melting down useless bits of iron and depositing the remains into a cauldron when it has lost its solid form